Dead
If I was dead and gone
would you even care,
at my funeral
would you be there?
But on my last day
The empty spot I'll fill,
I'll still be smiling
but I'm actually quite ill.
I still laugh. but behind that smile
when I'm at home I hide the fears
that destroy me
and cause never flowing tears.
Your reading this
yet you say nothing,
I say I want to die
but you think I'm just bluffing.
You watch your entertainment
You don't care I'm broken
wow I guess you don't care
And now you don't even listen to my words spoken
soon I'll finally be on my death bed
That's right by myself I'll be dead
And it's all your fault
For not looking at the poems I spread
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